Now that his mind was working again, Zhao Dingli thought about how Li Xiaoyun had asked him earlier that afternoon.
What time will the evening end?
At that time, she must have been planning to call him right on time.
Li Xiaoyun didn't know that although Zhao Dingli spoke calmly, he had actually already changed his shoes again, took the car keys from the bowl on the shoe cabinet by the door, and left.
Even though Li Xiaoyun, over the phone, could hear some sounds on Zhao Dingli's end, she really couldn't determine exactly what he was doing.
Moreover, Li Xiaoyun's attention was focused on what Zhao Dingli was saying, leaving no room for other thoughts.
When she heard Zhao Dingli's self-mocking tone, it felt like he was mocking her, too.
Li Xiaoyun's heart tightened, and she apologized, "I'm sorry."
He returned home to find the lights off, assuming she was asleep, but in truth, she had already left quietly.
He must be very angry, feeling deceived by her.
